*indulges a split-second's fantasy in which she tosses the props, jumps down off the pedestal, and throws herself into your arms (blindly, even)* *but no, every corner of her pride balks to think of falling to such desperate measures (I'm better than that)*
*satisfies herself with the determined thought that when she sees you next (and you've promised her that much), she'll find a way to touch you, to kiss you, come hell or high water (such beautiful words can't go unanswered)*